Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

It Is That Fery Person For All The Orld, As Just As You Will Desire; And Seven Hundred Pounds Of Moneys, And Gold, And Silver, Is Her Grandsire Upon His Death's-bed-got Deliver To A Joyful Resurrections!

Tis Better Using France Than Trusting France; Let Us Be Back'd With God, And With The Seas, Which He Hath Given For Fence Impregnable, And With Their Helps Only Defend Ourselves; In Them, And In Ourselves, Our Safety Lies.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.