Forget Thyself To Marble.

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

If It Come To Prohibiting, There Is Aught More Likely To Be Prohibited Than Truth Itself.

When A King Sets Himself To Bandy Against The Highest Court And Residence Of All Regal Powers, He Then, In The Single Person Of A Man, Fights Against His Own Majesty And Kingship.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?

But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.