In Nature There's No Blemish But The

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Supposition All Our Lives Shall Be Stuck Full Of Eyes; For Treason Is But Trusted Like The Fox, Who, Ne'er So Tame, So Cherished And Locked Up, Will Have A Wild Trick Of His Ancestors.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives, In Your Weakness, Strength Unto Your Foe, And So Your Follies Fight Against Yourself. Fear, And Be Slain--so Worse Can Come To Fight; And Fight And Die Is Death Destroying Death, Where Fearing Dying Pays Death Servile Breath.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.