Fortune, Thou Hadst No Deity, If Men

The Devil Is An Ass , I Do Acknowledge It.

I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.

He Threatens Many That Hath Injured One.

Ambition Makes More Trusty Slaves Than Need

He Was Not Of An Age, But For All Time!