Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

Tis Beauty Truly Blent, Whose Red And White Nature's Own Sweet And Cunning Hand Laid On.

There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad But Thinking Makes It So.

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swollen Face?

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.