Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See