There's No Love Lost Between Us.

Heaven's Help Is Better Than Early Rising.

'tis The Maddest Trick A Man Can Ever Play In His Whole Life, To Let His Breath Sneak Out Of His Body Without Any More Ado, And Without So Much As A Rap O'er The Pate, Or A Kick Of The Guts; To Go Out Like The Snuff Of A Farthing Candle, And Die Merely Of The Mulligrubs, Or The Sullens.

Death Eats Up All Things, Both The Young Lamb And Old Sheep; And I Have Heard Our Parson Say, Death Values A Prince No More Than A Clown.

Now Blessings Light On Him That First Invented This Same Sleep. It Covers A Man All Over, Thoughts And All, Like A Cloak.

One Of The Effects Of Fear Is To Disturb The Senses And Cause Things To Appear Other Than What They Are.