Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!