Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good. Pity Is The Virtue Of The Law, And None But Tyrants Use It Cruelly.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.

Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise