I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

This Sanguine Coward, This Bed-presser, This Horseback-breaker, This Huge Hill Of Flesh!

I Had Rather Be A Toad, And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others Uses.

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.

The Bitter Clamor Of Two Eager Tongues.