It Is A Wise Father That Knows

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night

What Is Past Is Prologue.

Hadst Thou No Poison Mixed, No Sharp-ground Knife, No Sudden Mean Of Death, Though Ne'er So Mean, But 'banished' To Kill Me--'banished'? O Friar, The Damned Use That Word In Hell; Howling Attends It! How Hast Thou The Heart, Being A Divine, A Ghostly Confessor, A Sin-absolver, And My Friend Professed, To Mangle Me With That Word 'banished'?

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.