Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

As States Subsist In Part By Keeping Their Weaknesses From Being Known, So Is It The Quiet Of Families To Have Their Chancery And Their Parliament Within Doors, And To Compose And Determine All Emergent Differences There.

I Did Best When I Had Least Truth For My Subjects.

Since You Would Save None Of Me, I Bury Some Of You.

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.

From Rest And Sleep, Which But Thy Pictures Be, Much Pleasure, Then From Thee Much More, Must Flow, And Soonest Our Best Men With Thee Do Go, Rest Of Their Bones, And Soul's Delivery.