The Gift Of A Bad Man Can

Again, A Smooth Answer, Signifying Nothing.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

The Power That Keeps Cities Of Men Together Is Noble Preservation Of Law.

There Is Desire In Those Who Love To Hear About Their Loved Ones' Pains.