For By His Face Straight

The Time Is Out Of Joint.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were Good To Be Done, Than Be One Of The Twenty To Follow Mine Own Teaching.

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.