I Am Ill At These Numbers.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.