I Had Rather Live With Cheese And

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.

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.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.