So Many Horrid Ghosts.

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Thrift, Thrift, Horatio! The Funeral Bak'd Meats Did Coldly Furnish Forth The Marriage Tables.