Live How We Can, Yet

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

Leave Us To Our Free Election.

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.