Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

Making Night Hideous.

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.