All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.

My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.