Each Natural Agent Works But To This

Virtue Is Not Malicious; Wrong Done Her Is Righted Even When Men Grant They Err.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.

For One Heat, All Know, Doth Drive Out Another, One Passion Doth Expel Another Still.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.