When Law Can Do No Right, Let

The Insolence Of Office.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair, Which Like Two Spirits Do Suggest Me Still: The Better Angel Is A Man Right Fair, The Worser Spirit A Woman Coloured Ill.