Ideas Are The Very Coinage

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

I Kissed Thee Ere I Killed Thee. No Way But This, Killing Myself, To Die Upon A Kiss.

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

O, Here Will I Set Up My Everlasting Rest And Shake The Yoke Of Inauspicious Stars From The World-wearied Flesh

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.