Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.

All Offences Come From The Heart.

I'll Read Enough When I Do See The Very Book Indeed Where All My Sins Are Writ, And That's Myself.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.