Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.

Love Is Merely A Madness, And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do.

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.