“ Whether we fall by ambition, blood or lustLike diamonds, we are cut with our own dust ”
Cover her face, mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
~ John Webster
What a strange creature is a laughing fool,As if a man were created to no useBut only to show his teeth.
Princes give rewards with their own hands,But death or punishment by the hands of other.
O that I were a man, or that I had powerTo execute my apprehended wishes!I would whip some with scorpions.
