Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

Yet, For I Know Thou Art Religious And Hast A Thing Within Thee Called Conscience, With Twenty Popish Tricks And Ceremonies Which I Have Seen Thee Careful To Observe, Therefore I Urge Thy Oath; For That I Know An Idiot Holds His Bauble For A God And Keeps The Oath Which By That God He Swears, To That I'll Urge Him: Therefore Thou Shalt Vow By That Same God, What God Soe'er It Be, That Thou Adorest And Hast In Reverence, To Save My Boy, To Nourish And Bring Him Up, Or Else I Will Discover Naught To Thee.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.