That Which In Mean Men We Entitle

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.