Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.

Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.

Tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death.

To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof little more than a little is by much too much.

You are a tedious fool.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

Tears water our growth.