I Pray You, Do Not

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.