I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

Virtuous And Fair, Royal And Gracious.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

To Hell, Allegiance! Vows, To The Blackest Devil! Conscience, And Grace, To The Profoundest Pit! I Dare Damnation: To This Point I Stand,-- That Both The Worlds I Give To Negligence, Let Come What Comes; Only I'll Be Reveng'd.