I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.