Lawless are they that make their wills their law.
Things in motion sooner catch the eye than what not stirs.
The Dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service; Are they inform'd of this?
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.
The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.