O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.

Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

Speak Comfortable Words.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.