I Seek No Better Warrant

Vice Is But A Nurse Of Agonies.

Anger, The Stoics Said, Was A Short Madness.

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.

For The Uttering Sweetly And Properly The Conceit Of The Mind, English Hath It Equally With Any Other Tongue In The World.

It Many Times Falls Out That We Deem Ourselves Much Deceived In Others Because We First Deceived Ourselves.