Let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.

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.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

England is safe, if true within itself.

Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assured.