No Profit Grows Where No

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.