Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.