Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

O You Beast! I'll So Maul You And Your Toasting-iron, That You Shall Think The Devil Is Come From Hell.

Instead Of Weeping When A Tragedy Occurs In A Songbird's Life, It Sings Away Its Grief. I Believe We Could Well Follow The Pattern Of Our Feathered Friends.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.