Who Can Control His Fate?

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frightened Thee, 1710. That Thou No More Will Weigh My Eyelids Down, And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness?