Such As We Are Made

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means. By Heaven, I Had Rather Coin My Heart, And Drop My Blood For Drachmas

All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.