Instinct Is A Great Matter.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.