To You Your Father Should Be As

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Of Anger Constant Spirit, Not Swerving With The Blood, Garnish'd And Deck'd In Modest Compliment, Not Working With The Eye Without The Ear, And But In Purged Judgement Trusting Neither? Such And So Finely Bolted Didst Thou Seem.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!