So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell