Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

Now, Infidel, I Have You On The Hip!

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.