Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out

What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself And Trust No Agent.

Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.