Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.