Are There No Stones In Heaven But

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.