When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.