He's A Soldier; And For One To

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief? O Sweet My Mother, Cast Me Not Away! Delay This Marriage For A Month, A Week, Or If You Do Not, Make The Bridal Bed In That Dim Monument Where Tybalt Lies.

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.