The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

Like One Who Having Into Truth, By Telling Of It, Made Such A Sinner Of His Memory, To Credit His Own Lie.

Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feelings As To Sight?