The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures]

. . . It Is Impossible You Should Take True Root But By The Fair Weather That You Make Yourself It Is Needful That You Frame The Season Of Your Own Harvest.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

What Is Thy Sentence Then But Speechless Death.