So Many Horrid Ghosts.

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

There Is Little Choice In A Barrel Of Rotten Apples.

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

Nay Then, Let The Devil Wear Black, For I'll Have A Suit Of Sables.