O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway You.