By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

What A Fool Honesty Is.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.