Yet But Three Come One More. Two

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.