Passions Are Spiritual Rebels And

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

It Is An Art To Have So Much Judgment As To Apparel A Lie Well, To Give It A Good Dressing.