Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

When You Fear A Foe, Fear Crushes Your Strength; And This Weakness Gives Strength To Your Opponents.

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.