Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

Ye Moon And Stars, Bear Witness To The Truth.

And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.

They Live Too Long Who Happiness Outlive.