Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which, Like The Toad, Ugly And Venomous, Wears Yet A Precious Jewel In His Head.

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow