Like Madness, Is The Glory

The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put Me Into A Towering Passion.

Cry "havoc!" And Let Loose The Dogs Of War, That This Foul Deed Shall Smell Above The Earth With Carrion Men, Groaning For Burial.

He Is Well Paid That Is Well Satisfied.

It Is A Wise Father That Knows His Own Child.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise