What's Done Can't Be Undone.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.