Up And Down, Up And

Boldness Be My Friend.

Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love, Whose Fresh Complexion And Whose Heart Together Affliction Alters.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.