I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow