Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

I Hate Ingratitude More In A Man Than Lying, Vainness, Babbling, Drunkenness, Or Any Taint Of Vice Whose Strong Corruption Inhabits Our Frail Blood".

So Many Horrid Ghosts.