You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.