Blood Will Have Blood.

Why, Universal Plodding Poisons Up The Nimble Spirits In The Arteries, As Motion And Long-during Action Tires The Sinewy Vigor Of The Traveller.

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.