Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

All Gold And Silver Rather Turn To Dirt, An 'tis No Better Reckoned But Of These Who Worship Dirty Gods.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile