What position didn't I play last season?

First, then, a woman will, or won’t, – depend on’t; If she will do’t, she will; and there’s an end on’t. But, if she won’t, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront: and jealousy injustice.

Law that shocks equity is reason’s murderer.

When Christ at Cana’s feast by pow’r divine, Inspir’d cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cry’d they while, in red’ning tide, it gush’d, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush’d.

Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself – for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.

Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession’s phlegm, and needs no ancestors.

Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another’s sorrow.

Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death’s pow’r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav’n between.

Hide not thy tears; weep boldly, and be proud to give the flowing virtue manly way; it is nature’s mark to know an honest heart by.

Oh, treacherous night thou lendest thy ready veil to every treason, and teeming mischief’s beneath thy shade.