I Hate The Murderer, Love

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

The Mightier Man, The Mightier Is The Thing That Makes Him Honored Or Begets Him Hate; For Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.