The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loath To Prove Reason With Them.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.

My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of That Color.

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.