Where Civil Blood Makes Civil

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.