For Trust Not Him That Hath Once

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

It May Do Good; Pride Hath No Other Glass To Show Itself But Pride, For Supple Knees Feed Arrogance And Are The Proud Man's Fees.