Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

In Thy Foul Throat Thou Liest.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.