You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Oft Expectation Fails, And Most Oft There Where Most It Promises; And Oft It Hits Where Hope Is Coldest, And Despair Most Fits.