Thus With A Kiss I Die

All Lovers Swear More Performance Than They Are Able, And Yet Reserve An Ability That They Never Perform; Vowing More Than The Perfection Of Ten, And Discharging Less Than The Tenth Part Of One.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

There's A Time For All Things.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold