It Were A Grief So Brief To

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.

Examine Well Your Blood.

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.