Sometimes, Less Is More.

O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!

Heaven Would That She These Gifts Should Have, And I To Live And Die Her Slave.

O You Beast! I'll So Maul You And Your Toasting-iron, That You Shall Think The Devil Is Come From Hell.

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

The Fortune Of Us That Are The Moon's Men Doth Ebb And Flow Like The Sea, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By The Moon.