He Left It In Thy Power, Ordaind

Yet I Shall Temper So Justice With Mercy, As May Illustrate Most Them Fully Satisfy'd, And Thee Appease.

Angels Contented With Their Face In Heaven, Seek Not The Praise Of Men.

Solitude Is Sometimes The Best Society.

Wherefore Did He [god] Create Passions Within Us, Pleasures Round About Us, But That These Rightly Tempered Are The Very Ingredients Of Virtue?

Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!