How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.