Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.