Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In

To Die: - To Sleep: No More; And, By A Sleep To Say We End The Heart-ache And The Thousand Natural Shocks That Flesh Is Heir To, 'tis A Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished.

The Best Is Yet To Come.

My Nature Is Subdued To What It Works In, Like The Dyer's Hand.

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

Thanks To Men Of Noble Minds, Is Honorable Meed.