A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.