Oh, God! I have an ill-divining soul!

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.

Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offense by weight The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will, On whom it will not, so: yet still 'tis just.

The hideous god of war.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Strong reasons make strong actions.