Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.

He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House And Home.

Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

Your Worm Is Your Only Emperor For Diet; We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots.

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror