And All My Mother Came Into Mine

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.