Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And

Thine Eyes I Love, And They As Pitying Me, Knowing Thy Heart Torment Me With Disdain, Have Put On Black, And Loving Mourners Be, Looking With Pretty Ruth Upon My Pain.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.