To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.