A Plague On Both Your

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain