Truth Is Truth To The End Of

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes