We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!