Your Face Is A Book,

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.