Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept

Mine Eyes Were Not In Fault, For She Was Beautiful; Mine Ears, That Heard Her Flattery; Nor My Heart, That Thought Her Like Her Seeming. It Had Been Vicious To Have Mistrusted Her.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

There's No Better Sign Of A Brave Mind Than A Hard Hand.

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.