Blessed Are The Peacemakers On Earth.

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.

This Thought Is As A Death.

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

For Now I Stand As One Upon A Rock Environed With A Wilderness Of Sea, Who Marks The Waxing Tide Grow Wave By Wave, Expecting Ever When Some Envious Surge Will In His Brinish Bowels Swallow Him.