Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With

So Shaken As We Are, So Wan With Care, Find We A Time For Frighted Peace To Pant And Breathe Short-winded Accents Of New Broils To Be Commenced In Stronds Afar Remote.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.