The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

Things In Motion Sooner Catch The Eye Than What Not Stirs.

Truth Will Come To Sight; Murder Cannot Be Hid Long.

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!