...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma Or A Hideous Dream.

The Deep Of Night Is Crept Upon Our Talk, And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.