The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.

Excellent Wretch! Perdition Catch My Soul But I Do Love Thee! And When I Love Thee Not, Chaos Is Come Again.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.