Let Us Kill All Lawyers

Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.