One Sees More Devils Than

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things Forgotten.

And Where Two Raging Fires Meet Together, They Do Consume The Thing That Feeds Their Fury.