Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black,

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

There Is No Terror, Cassius, In Your Threats, For I Am Armed So Strong In Honesty That They Pass By Me As The Idle Wind

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.