Every Man Has By The Law Of

One Man To Live In Pleasure And Wealth, Whiles All Other Weap And Smart For It, That Is The Part Not Of A King, But Of A Jailor.

A Drowning Man Will Clutch At A Straw.

The Things We Pray For, Good Lord, Give Us Grace To Labor For.

Yea, Marry, Now It Is Somewhat, For Now It Is Rhyme; Before, It Was Neither Rhyme Nor Reason.

Who Does More Earnestly Long For A Change Than He Who Is Uneasy In His Present Circumstances? And Who Run To Create Confusions With So Desperate A Boldness As Those Who Have Nothing To Lose, Hope To Gain By Them?