The Due Of Honor In No Point

Your Worm Is Your Only Emperor For Diet; We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.

I Was A Coward On Instinct.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.