Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

Her Virtues, Graced With External Gifts, Do Breed Love's Settled Passions In My Heart; And Like As Rigour Of Tempestuous Gusts Provokes The Mightiest Hulk Against The Tide, So Am I Driven By Breath Of Her Renown Either To Suffer Shipwreck Or Arrive Where I May Have Fruition Of Her Love.