It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.