Madness In Great Ones Must

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

The Past Is Prologue.

I'll Forbear; And Am Fallen Out With My More Headier Will To Take The Indisposed And Sickly Fit For The Sound Man.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.