The Childhood Shows The Man, As Morning

All Hell Broke Loose.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.

God Made Thee Perfect, Not Immutable.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

I Hate When Vice Can Bolt Her Arguments, And Virtue Has No Tongue To Check Her Pride.