Make Passionate My Sense Of

Though It Be Honest, It Is Never Good To Bring Bad News.

Let Every Man Be Master Of His Time.

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.