Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?