Society Is No Comfort, To One Not

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

One May Smile, And Smile, And Be A Villain.

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.