For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.