Every Thing That Grows / Holds In

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

Let Still Woman Take An Elder Than Herself: So Wears She To Him, So Sways She Level In Her Husband's Heart, For, Boy, However We Do Praise Ourselves, Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner To Be Lost And Warn, Than Women's Are.

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.