Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

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

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Travelers Must Be Content.

Romeo To Balthasar But If Thou, Jealous, Dost Return To Pry In What I Further Shall Intend To Do, By Heaven, I Will Tear Thee Joint By Joint And Strew This Hungry Churchyard With Thy Limbs: The Time And My Intents Are Savage-wild, More Fierce And More Inexorable Far Than Empty Tigers Or The Roaring Sea.

Although The Last, Not Least.