A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

What, Shall One Of Us, That Struck For The Foremost Man Of All This World But For Supporting Robbers--shall We Now Contaminate Our Fingers With Base Bribes, And Sell The Mighty Space Of Our Large Honors For So Much Trash As May Be Grasped Thus?