The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out

I Cannot Speak Your England.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.