Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth.

A Man Can Die But Once.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.

All Dark And Comfortless.

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.