Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.