The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.