Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself And Trust No Agent.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Ere Yet The Salt Of Most Unrighteous Tears Had Left The Flushing Of Her Gallèd Eyes, She Married. O, Most Wicked Speed, To Post With Such Dexterity To Incestuous Sheets!