Love For Thy Love , And Hand

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

Man And Wife, Being Two, Are One In Love.

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.