The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.

Withal I Did Infer Your Lineaments, Being The Right Idea Of Your Father, Both In Your Form And Nobleness Of Mind; Laid Open All Your Victories In Scotland, Your Discipline In War, Wisdom In Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, Fair Humility; Indeed, Left Nothing Fitting For Your Purpose Untouch'd Or Slightly Handled In Discourse.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.