I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

Now The Time Is Come, That France Must Veil Her Lofty-plumed Crest, And Let Her Head Fall Into England's Lap.

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.