Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In Other Men?

Doubting Things Go Ill Often Hurts More Than To Be Sure They Do; For Certainties Either Are Past Remedies, Or, Timely Knowing, The Remedy Then Born.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?