On Pain Of Death, No

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing Swine.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.