Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.

Know My Name Is Lost, By Treason's Tooth Bare-gnawn And Canker-bit; Yet Am I Noble As The Adversary I Come To Cope.

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth