I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.

To Hell, Allegiance! Vows, To The Blackest Devil! Conscience, And Grace, To The Profoundest Pit! I Dare Damnation: To This Point I Stand,-- That Both The Worlds I Give To Negligence, Let Come What Comes; Only I'll Be Reveng'd.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth, And Thus Do We Of Wisdom And Of Reach, With Windlasses And With Assays Of Bias, By Indirections Find Directions Out.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.