Base Is The Slave That Pays.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

This Sanguine Coward, This Bed-presser, This Horseback-breaker, This Huge Hill Of Flesh!

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A Little I Can Read.

Very Good Orators, When They Are Out, They Will Spit; And For Lovers, Lacking--god Warn Us!--matter, The Cleanliest Shift Is To Kiss.