Death Is A Fearful Thing.

What's More To Do, Which Would Be Planted Newly With The Time, As Calling Home Our Exiled Friends Abroad That Fled The Snares Of Watchful Tyranny, Producing Forth The Cruel Ministers Of This Dead Butcher And His Fiend-like Queen, Who, As 'tis Thought, By Self And Violent Hands Took Off Her Life; This, And What Needful Else That Calls Upon Us, By The Grace Of Grace We Will Perform In Measure, Time, And Place.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.