And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My

We Make Guilty Of Our Disasters The Sun, The Moon, And The Stars; As If We Were Villians By Compulsion.

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.