What Is Past Is Prologue.

Either Our History Shall With Full Mouth Speak Freely Of Our Acts, Or Else Our Grave, Like Turkish Mute, Shall Have A Tongueless Mouth, Not Worshipped With A Waxen Epitaph.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love." -

Thrust Your Head Into The Public Street, To Gaze On Christian Fools With Varnish'd Faces.