Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." --

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.

Such An Act That Blurs The Grace And Blush Of Modesty; Calls Virtue Hypocrite; Takes Off The Rose From The Fair Forehead Of An Innocent Love, And Sets A Blister There; Makes Marriage Vows As False As Dicers' Oaths.

The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Valiant, Only Once!

This Thought Is As A Death.

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.