War Is No Strife To The Dark

Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler Afore Her Eyes, To Signify To You That Fortune Is Blind.

Teach Not Thy Lip Such Scorn, For It Was Made For Kissing, Lady, Not For Such Contempt.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange That Can Make Vile Things Precious.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.