O Lord that lends me life, Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness!
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor.
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.