Blood Will Have Blood.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

He Was Met Even Now As Mad As The Vex'd Sea; Singing Aloud; Crown'd With Rank Fumiter And Furrow-weeds, With Bur-docks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, And All The Idle Weeds That Grow In Our Sustaining Corn.

Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.