If I Must Die, I Will Encounter

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murder In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell.

The Weariest And Most Loathed Worldly Life, That Age, Ache, Penury And Imprisonment Can Lay On Nature Is A Paradise, To What We Fear Of Death.

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

All Pride Is Willing Pride.