I Say There Is No Darkness But

Despair And Die. The Ghosts

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

What Is Honour? A Word. What Is In That Word Honour? What Is That Honour? Air. A Trim Reckoning! Who Hath It? He That Died O' Wednesday. Doth He Feel It? No. Doth He Hear It? No.