Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

I Was Adored Once Too.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of