I Must Be Gone And

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.

Omittance Is No Quittance.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.