Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life; But, For My Single Self, I Had As Lief Not Be As Live To Be In Awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself.

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

Sweets To The Sweet.

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.