Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

O My Good Lord, That Comfort Comes Too Late, 'tis Like A Pardon After Execution. That Gentle Physic, Given In Time, Had Cured Me; But Now I Am Past All Comforts Here But Prayers.

All The World's A Stage ... And You Better Have A Zoning Variance Or It's Coming Down.

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.