What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!