You Have Dancing Shoes With Nimble Soles.

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.

The Seeming Truth Which Cunning Times Put On To Entrap The Wisest.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.