Come, Lady, Die To Live.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

The Spirit Of A Youth That Means To Be Of Note, Begins Betimes.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!