At This Hour Lie At My Mercy

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

Now, Infidel, I Have You On The Hip!

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity