Present Fears Are Less Than Horrible Imaginings.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

For As A Surfeit Of The Sweetest Things The Deepest Loathing To The Stomach Brings, Or As Tie Heresies That Men Do Leave Are Hated Most Of Those They Did Deceive, So Thou, My Surfeit And My Heresy, Of All Be Hated, But The Most Of Me!

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.