Things Past Redress Are Now With Me

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

Now I Am Past All Comforts Here, But Prayer.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.