Love Bears It Out Even To The

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

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

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose. An Evil Soul Producing Holy Witness Is Like A Villain With A Smiling Cheek, A Goodly Apple Rotten At The Heart. O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!