Words Are Grown So False, I Am

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.

O God Of Battles! Steel My Soldiers’ Hearts. Possess Them Not With Fear.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.