Examine Well Your Blood.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?

What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes A New One.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.