Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.

I Can Again Thy Former Light Restore, Should I Repent Me: But Once Put Out Thy Light, Thou Cunning'st Pattern Of Excelling Nature, I Know Not Where Is That Promethean Heat That Can Thy Light Relume.