Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

I Had Rather Be A Toad, And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others Uses.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.