Now No Way Can I Stray; Save

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

Virtue That Transgresses Is But Patched With Sin; And Sin That Amends Is But Patched With Virtue.

I Had Rather Be A Toad, And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others Uses.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.