Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves; The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.