For Some Must Watch, While

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

That Is Honor's Scorn Which Challenges Itself As Honor's Born And Is Not Like The Sire. Honors Thrive When Rather From Our Acts We Them Derive Than Our Foregoers.