Get Out Of Harms Way.

My Heart Is Wax Molded As She Pleases, But Enduring As Marble To Retain.

Is It Possible Your Pragmatical Worship Should Not Know That The Comparisons Made Between Wit And Wit, Courage And Courage, Beauty And Beauty, Birth And Birth, Are Always Odious And Ill Taken?.

Those Two Fatal Words, Mine And Thine.

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

Give The Devil His Due.