Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

Fie, Thou Dishonest Satan! I Call Thee By The Most Modest Terms; For I Am One Of Those Gentle Ones That Will Use The Devil Himself With Courtesy: Sayest Thou That House Is Dark?

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.