What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

By Heaven, I'll Make A Ghost Of Him That Lets Me.

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.