Hold, or cut bowstrings.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.

What is a man, if his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, looking before and after, gave us not that capability and god-like reason to fust in us unused.

Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distill it out.