The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.