Come Not Between The Dragon And His

Death Is My Son-in-law. Death Is My Heir. My Daughter He Hath Wedded. I Will Die, And Leave Him All. Life, Living, All Is Death’s.

The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

My Thoughts Are Whirled Like A Potter's Wheel; I Know Not Where I Am Nor What I Do.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!