A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With Golden Wings, Melts Them.