Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes