A Victory Is Twice Itself When The

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!