O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict

Death Is A Fearful Thing.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

If The Skin Were Parchment And The Blows You Gave Were Ink, Your Own Handwriting Would Tell You What I Think.

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

The Hebrew Will Turn Christian; He Grows Kind.