O, I Have Suffered With

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.