Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven; And As Imagination Bodies Forth The Forms Of Things Unknown, The Poet's Pen Turns Them To Shape, And Gives To Airy Nothing A Local Habitation And A Name; Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.