He Thinks Too Much. Such Men Are

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum Weary Of All, Shall Want Some.

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance. Pray You, Love, Remember.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

When I Got Enough Confidence, The Stage Was Gone. When I Was Sure Of Losing, I Won. When I Needed People The Most, They Left Me. When I Learnt To Dry My Tears, I Found A Shoulder To Cry On. And When I Mastered The Art Of Hating, Somebody Started Loving Me.