Fill All Thy Bones With Aches.

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.

Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

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

O Faithless Coward! O Dishonest Wretch! Wilt Thou Be Made A Man Out Of My Vice?