What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
There is an old poor man,. . . . Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.
The means that heaven yields must be embraced, and not neglected; else, if heaven would, and we will not heaven's offer, we refuse the proffered means of succor and redress.
That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.
The past is prologue.