All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are

I Am Afeard There Are Few Die Well That Die In Battle, For How Can They Charitably Dispose Of Anything When Blood Is Their Argument?

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.