If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises,

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

I Am Thy Father's Spirit; Doom'd For A Certain Term To Walk The Night And, For The Day, Confin'd To Fast In Fires, Till The Foul Crimes, Done In My Days Of Nature, Are Burnt And Purg'd Away.

There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be Found In Villainous Men.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See