Though The Desire Of Fame

Revenge, That Thirsty Dropsy Of Our Souls, Makes Us Covet That Which Hurts Us Most.

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.

I In My Own House Am An Emperor, And Will Defend What's Mine.

One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd 's Beyond All Perfumes Of Sabaean Spices.

Malice Scorned, Puts Out Itself; But Argued, Give A Kind Of Credit To A False Accusation.