Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.

There will be killing till the score is paid.

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'

There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.

The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

A companion's words of persuasion are effective.