We Have Seen Better Days.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

Excellent Wretch! Perdition Catch My Soul But I Do Love Thee! And When I Love Thee Not, Chaos Is Come Again.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.