Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban

I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be Proud; For Grief Is Proud, And Makes His Owner Stoop.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.