Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

Know My Name Is Lost, By Treason's Tooth Bare-gnawn And Canker-bit; Yet Am I Noble As The Adversary I Come To Cope.

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.