Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon In Hearing A Cause Between An Orange Wife And A Fosset-seller.