One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.