Verily, I Swear, It Is Better To

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

That Strain Again! It Had A Dying Fall: O, It Came O'er My Ear Like The Sweet Sound That Breathes Upon A Bank Of Violets, Stealing And Giving Odour! Enough; No More: 'tis Not So Sweet As It Was Before.

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

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.