Fill All Thy Bones With Aches.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

O, When She's Angry, She Is Keen And Shrewd! She Was A Vixen When She Went To School; And Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce.

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

That Is The Way To Lay The City Flat, To Bring The Roof To The Foundation, And Bury All, Which Yet Distinctly Ranges, In Heaps And Piles Of Ruin.