Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean