A Shout That Tore Hell's

God Has Set Labor And Rest, As Day And Night To Men Successive.

Let Us Seek Death, Or He Not Found, Supply With Our Own Hands His Office On Ourselves; Why Stand We Longer Shivering Under Fears, That Show No End But Death, And Have The Power, Of Many Ways To Die The Shortest Choosing, Destruction With Destruction To Destroy.

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.

Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.