I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.