Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

Affliction Is A Treasure, And Scarce Any Man Hath Enough Of It.

When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language.

If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree, Whose Fruit Threw Death On Else Immortal Us, If Lecherous Goats, If Serpents Envious Cannot Be Damned; Alas; Why Should I Be?

When My Mouth Shall Be Filled With Dust, And The Worm Shall Feed, And Feed Sweetly Upon Me, When The Ambitious Man Shall Have No Satisfaction If The Poorest Alive Tread Upon Him, Nor The Poorest Receive Any Contentment In Being Made Equal To Princes, For They Shall Be Equal But In Dust.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.