Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.