Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still

Sorrow, Like A Heavy Ringing Bell, Once Set On Ringing, With Its Own Weight Goes; Then Little Strength Rings Out The Doleful Knell.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.

To Sleep Perchance To Dream

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.