I thought my heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.
If we are true to ourselves, we can not be false to anyone.
In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.
The weakest goes to the wall.
What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
The art of our necessities is strange That can make vile things precious.