The Cardinal is at his wit's end -- it is true that he had not far to go.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

If this be true, indeed, / Some Christians have a comfortable creed.

I stood / Among them, but not of them; in a shroud / Of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.