Give Me My Robe, Put On My

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.