For He Was Likely, Had He Been

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

Look How The World's Poor People Are Amazed At Apparitions, Signs And Prodigies!

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.