There Is Nothing Evil But

Laws Are Not Made Like Lime-twigs Or Nets, To Catch Everything That Toucheth Them; But Rather Like Sea-marks, To Guide From Shipwreck The Ignorant Passenger.

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

Alexander Received More Bravery Of Mind By The Pattern Of Achilles, Than By Hearing The Definition Of Fortitude.

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.