The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

Blood Will Have Blood.