For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.