Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.