When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love, Whose Violent Property Ordoes Itself And Leads The Will To Desperate Undertakings.

I Have Ventured, Like Little Wanton Boys That Swim On Bladders, This Many Summers In A Sea Of Glory, But Far Beyond My Depth. My High-blown Pride At Length Broke Under Me, And Now Has Left Me, Weary And Old With Service, To The Mercy Of A Rude Stream That Must For Ever Hide Me.