O All You Host Of

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.