In Time We Hate That Which We

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

Give Me My Sin Again.

This Fell Sergeant, Death, Is Strict In His Arrest.