An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

The Breaking Of So Great A Thing Should Make A Greater Crack: The Round World Should Have Shook Lions Into Civil Streets, And Citizens To Their Dens.

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

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.