It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.