Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

These Times Of Woe Afford No Time To Woo.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.

What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In A Peculiar River.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

Be Bloody, Bold, And Resolute; Laugh To Scorn The Power Of Man.