I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And

God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourself Another.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.