How tedious is a guilty conscience!
All the damnable degrees Of drinking have you staggered through.
Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, like diamonds we are cut with our own dust.
Woman to man Is either a God or a wolfe.
The soul was never put in the body to stand still.