On Pain Of Death, No Person Be

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

I Am Very Proud, Revengeful, Ambitious, With More Offences At My Beck Than I Have Thoughts To Put Them In, Imagination To Give Them Shape, Or Time To Act Them In.

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.