Tis No Sin Love's Fruits To Steal;

There Is No Greater Hell Than To Be A Prisoner Of Fear.

He Who Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.

Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

A New Disease? I Know Not, New Or Old, But It May Well Be Called Poor Mortals Plague For, Like A Pestilence, It Doth Infect The Houses Of The Brain Till Not A Thought, Or Motion, In The Mind, Be Free From The Black Poison Of Suspect.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.