Lord Deliver Me From Myself.

Women Do Most Delight In Revenge.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

I Love To Lose Myself In A Mystery To Pursue My Reason To An O Altitudo.

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

There Are Mystically In Our Faces Certain Characters Which Carry In Them The Motto Of Our Souls, Wherein He That Cannot Read May Read Our Natures.