Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

Conceal Me What I Am, And Be My Aid For Such Disguise As Haply Shall Become The Form Of My Intent.

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

A Dream Itself Is But A Shadow.