Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.

My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.