He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.

He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.

We see not our own backs.

We see not our own backs.

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appals me?

It is not to be argued that the abuse of a thing proves that it
is useless.

It is not to be argued that the abuse of a thing proves that it
is useless.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.

Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.

There is no such thing as perfect happiness.

There is no such thing as perfect happiness.

Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.

Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.