One Man In His Time Plays Many

That Is Honor's Scorn Which Challenges Itself As Honor's Born And Is Not Like The Sire. Honors Thrive When Rather From Our Acts We Them Derive Than Our Foregoers.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.