A Fellow By The Hand

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.