A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

Barnes Are Blessings.