When The Age Is In, The Wit

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

That Which I Would Discover The Law Of Friendship Bids Me To Conceal.

To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus Or Thus. Our Bodies Are Our Gardens, To The Which Our Wills Are Gardeners: So That If We Will Plant Nettles, Or Sow Lettuce, Set Hyssop And Weed Up Tine, Supply It With One Gender Of Herbs, Or Distract It With Many, Either To Have It Sterile With Idleness, Or Manured With Industry, Why, The Power And Corrigible Authority Of This Lies In Our Wills.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.