What's Done Can't Be Undone.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.

Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

Why, Thou Deboshed Fish Thou...wilt Thou Tell A Monstrous Lie, Being But Half A Fish And Half A Monster?