To Fear The Worst Oft

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.

To Persist In Doing Wrong Extenuates Not The Wrong, But Makes It Much More Heavy.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.