Zounds! I Was Never So

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Never Shame To Hear What You Have Nobly Done

For Conspiracy, I Know Not How It Tastes, Though It Be Dished For Me To Try How.

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With Golden Wings, Melts Them.