Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

I Crave Fit Disposition For My Wife; Due Reference Of Place, And Exhibition; With Such Accommodation, And Besort, As Levels With Her Breeding.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

Excellent Wretch! Perdition Catch My Soul But I Do Love Thee! And When I Love Thee Not, Chaos Is Come Again.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.