Let The End Try The

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.