Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

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.

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -