Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Fear and niceness, the handmaids of all women, or more truly, woman its pretty self.