The Time Is Out Of Joint.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

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