Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.

I See Compassion May Become A Justice, Though It Be A Weakness, I Confess, And Nearer A Vice Than A Virtue.

All Discourses But My Own Afflict Me; They Seem Harsh, Impertinent, And Irksome

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.