Season Your Admiration For A While.

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.