Death Where Is Thy Sting?

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.