Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.