Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love