Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.