Fortune favours the bold
Secrecy favours the italic
Certainty favours the underline
Regret favours the striketrough
Secrecy favours the italic
Certainty favours the underline
Regret favours the striketrough

@hotkey Reminds me of a poem I heard last week, (Lee Mack) titled, Old Ladies' Nickers
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Ethyl's are green.
Curiosity favors the underline by following the link.
Playfulness favours the calligraphic script.
Ḯ̴̧̳̙̣͙̮̋̉̏̄n̶̡̽̌́͂̂͊ş̵̓̔̃͠a̵̙̪͋̿̌̑̚͝ṅ̷͖͍̜̮̑̑̋͝͝î̷̭͇̤t̷̤̻̣̭͍̃͘͜ỷ̶̪̬̗̻̱̿͐͝͝ ̷̡͖̩̚f̶̝̭͕̱̰̩̾̅â̴̝̿͑v̸̖̝̫̰̙͉̓́͝o̸̹͙̝̔́̆̽͛ͅū̷̱̤̞̣̬r̵̡̹͉̺̀̍̌̈́̅s̸̱̖͚̖̗̈̓͆͊̄̉ ̶̣̳͙̂́t̶̫̜̫̣̯͋́͊h̷͉̍ĕ̵̡͓̹͗ͅ ̵͖̪̥͈̪̬͐̂̊͋̏z̷͚̞͂͑a̵̛͉̝̼͋̒̂l̷̺̺̩̰̄̆͊̅g̵̗̳̠̏́ǫ̵͔͙͍͉͉̎̓̂̍ ̵̢̧͚͕̺̼͗͂͒̍̕t̷̼̰̘͙̟͗͆́e̶̢̙͚͗̓̾͌x̷̙̑̏̑̾̐t̵̮͈̦͓̥̍.̴̡̟̫̘͒̑