Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

No Might Nor Greatness In Mortality Can Censure 'scape; Back- Wounding Calumny The Whitest Virtue Strikes. What King So Strong Can Tie The Gall Up In The Slanderous Tongue?

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.