Who Can Control His Fate?

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues.

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.