...whatever Dies Was Not Mixed

Poor Heretics There Be,which Think To Establish Dangerous Constancy,but I Have Told Them, ‘since You Will Be True,you Shall Be True To Them, Who Are False To You.

Nothing But Man Of All Envenomed Things, Doth Work Upon Itself, With Inborn Stings.

Let Me Arrest Thy Thoughts, Wonder With Me, Why Ploughing, Building, Ruling And The Rest, Or Most Of Those Arts, Whence Our Lives Are Blessed, By Cursed Cain's Race Invented Be, And Blessed Seth Vexed Us With Astronomy.

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.