To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother:

Tremble, Thou Wretch, That Hast Within Thee Undivulged Crimes Unwhipped Of Justice.

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.