To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds,

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.

Let The End Try The Man.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.