Wisely, And Slow. They Stumble That Run

If Yon Bethink Yourself Of Any Crime Unreconcil'd As Yet To Heaven And Grace, Solicit For It Straight.

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.