Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?