They Say Miracles Are Past.

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.