O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

To Weep Is To Make Less The Depth Of Grief.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

O! Let Me Not Be Mad, Not Mad, Sweet Heaven; Keep Me In Temper; I Would Not Be Mad!

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

Patch Grief With Proverbs.