Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

It Comes To Pass Oft That A Terrible Oath, With A Swaggering Accent Sharply Twanged Off, Gives Manhood More Approbation Than Ever Proof Itself Would Have Earned Him.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.