O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World, And Rouse From Sleep That Fell Anatomy Which Cannot Hear A Lady's Feeble Voice, Which Scorns A Modern Invocation.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.