There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

I Have Not Slept. Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma, Or A Hideous Dream: The Genius And The Mortal Instruments Are Then In Council; And The State Of Man, Like To A Little Kingdom, Suffers Then The Nature Of An Insurrection.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.