Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

Therefore Another Prologue Must Tell He Is Not A Lion

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!