Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

Despair And Die. The Ghosts