Tis The Mind That Makes The Body

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.