The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

What Stronger Breastplate Than A Heart Untainted! Thrice Is He Arm'd, That Hath His Quarrel Just.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.