Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.