Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart

All The World's A Stage.

Reputation, Reputation, Reputation! O, I Ha' Lost My Reputation, I Ha' Lost The Immortal Part Of Myself, And What Remains Is Bestial!

Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On A Stalk.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.