Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.
I am a part of all that I have met.
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.