No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

Good Reasons Must Of Force Give Place To Better.

Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long As Twenty.

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.