We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

A Woman Impudent And Mannish Grown Is Not More Loath'd Than An Effeminate Man.

The Earth, That Is Nature's Mother, Is Her Tomb.