My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck

Sure There Is None But Fears A Future State; And When The Most Obdurate Swear They Do Not, Their Trembling Hearts Belie Their Boasting Tongues.

Plots, True Or False, Are Necessary Things, To Raise Up Commonwealths And Ruin Kings.

For Granting We Have Sinned, And That The Offence Of Man Is Made Against Omnipotence, Some Price That Bears Proportion Must Be Paid, And Infinite With Infinite Be Weighed.

Love Is Not In Our Choice But In Our Fate.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.