I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

Let Them Obey That Knows Not How To Rule.

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

It Is A Familiar Beast To Man, And Signifies Love.

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.