She's Good, Being Gone.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

All The Contagion Of The South Light On You, You Shames Of Rome! You Herd Of--boils And Plagues Plaster You O'er; That You May Be Abhorr'd Further Than Seen, And One Infect Another Against The Wind A Mile!

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

The Hideous God Of War.