Can I Go Forward When My Heart

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.