What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age But As It Were An After Dinner Sleep Dreaming Of Both.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say! One: Two: Why, Then 'tis Time To Do't. Hell Is Murky!

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.