One May Smile, And Smile, And Be

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.