I And My Bosom Must Debate Awhile,

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.