Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.

Tyranny is yielding to the lust of the governing.

It's impossible to ravish me, I'm so willing.

Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.

Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

The coward's weapon, poison.

Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.