(A) MURDER
Those that in blood such violent pleasure have,
Seldom descend but bleeding to their grave.
(B) PEACE

War's greatest woes, and misery's increase,
Flows from the surfeits which we take in peace.
(C) THE POWER OF GOLD

Gold is a suitor, never took repulse,
It carries palm with it, (where e'er it goes)
Respect, and observation; it uncovers
The knotty heads of the most surly grooms,
Enforcing iron doors to yield it way,
Were they as strong rammed up as Etna gates.
It bends the hams of Gossip Vigilance,
And makes her supple feet, as swift as wind.
It thaws the frostiest, and most stiff disdain:

Muffles the clearness of election,
Strains fancy unto foul apostasy,
And strikes the quickest-sighted judgement blind.
Then why should we despair? Despair away:
Where gold's the motive, women have no nay.