I have a kind soul that would give you thanks. And knows not how to do it but with tears.
However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
Come, Lady, die to live.
Well, I must be patient; there is no fettering of authority.
We are ready to try our fortunes to the last man.
There is a kind of character in thy life, That to the observer doth thy history, fully unfold.