Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

Let Them Obey That Knows Not How To Rule.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.