I May Command Where I Adore.

To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother: Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.

Dissembling Courtesy! How Fine This Tyrant Can Trickle When She Wounds!

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.