Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We

To Doubt Is Worse Than To Have Lost; And To Despair Is But To Antedate Those Miseries That Must Fall On Us.

If You Like Not Hanging, Drown Yourself; Take Some Course For Your Reputation.

I In My Own House Am An Emperor, And Will Defend What's Mine.

Pleasures Of Worse Natures Are Gladly Entertained, And They That Shun Us Practice In Private Sports The Stews Would Blush At.

Nor Custom, Nor Example, Nor Cast Numbers Of Such As Do Offend, Make Less The Sin.