For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.