Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

Tis Now The Very Witching Time Of Night, When Churchyards Yawn And Hell Itself Breathes Out Contagion To This World.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.