For This Relief, Much Thanks

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.