A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

I'll have no husband, if you be not he.

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge of thine own cause.

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

There are occasions and causes, why and wherefore in all things.