A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either

In The Clear Mind Of Virtue Treason Can Find No Hiding-place.

Either I Will Find A Way, Or I Will Make One.

He Whom Passion Rules, Is Bent To Meet His Death.

...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore Never Lieth.

The Violence Of Sorrow Is Not At The First To Be Striven Withal; Being, Like A Mighty Beast, Sooner Tamed With Following Than Overthrown By Withstanding.