Woah Is Me To Have Seen What

Verily, I Swear, It Is Better To Be Lowly Born, And Range With Humble Livers In Content, Than To Be Perked Up In A Glistering Grief, And Wear A Golden Sorrow.

All Fancy-sick She Is And Pale Of Cheer, With Sighs Of Love, That Costs The Fresh Blood Dear.

A Very Scurvy Fellow.

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

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