Beauty Lives With Kindness.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

Away, You Cut-purse Rascal! You Filthy Bung, Away! By This Wine, I'll Thrust My Knife In Your Mouldy Chaps, An You Play The Saucy Cuttle With Me. Away, You Bottle-ale Rascal! You Basket-hilt Stale Juggler, You!

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.