It Is In Pardoning That We Are

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.

Who Can Be Wise, Amazed, Temperate And Furious, Loyal And Neutral, In A Moment? No Man.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.