Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth, And Thus Do We Of Wisdom And Of Reach, With Windlasses And With Assays Of Bias, By Indirections Find Directions Out.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care Who Chafes, Who Frets, Or Where Conspirers Are!