There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.