Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips, There Is More Eloquence In A Sugar Touch Of Them Than In The Tongues Of The French Council; And They Should Sooner Persuade Harry Of England Than A General Petition Of Monarchs.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

Happy Thou Art Not; For What Thou Hast Not, Still Thou Strivest To Get; And What Thou Hast, Forgettest.