I Stalk About Her Door, Like A

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter! My Lord, If You Will Give Me Leave, I Will Tread This Unbolted Villain Into Mortar, And Daub The Wall Of A Jakes With Him. *all Cheer For Shakespearean Insults*

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.