Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

I Would That I Were Low Laid In My Grave. I Am Not Worth This Coil That's Made For Me.

Thou Hast The Most Unsavoury Similes.

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.