I Hope To See London Once Ere

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.