How Oft The Sight Of Means To

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From Us, We Wish It Ours Again.

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.