There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

Music Can Minister To Minds Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain, And With Its Sweet Oblivious Antidote, Cleanse The Full Bosom Of All Perilous Stuff That Weighs Upon The Heart.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.