Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

This We Prescribe, Though No Physician; Deep Malice Makes Too Deep Incision; Forget, Forgive; Conclude And Be Agreed; Our Doctors Say This Is No Month To Bleed.