Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.