Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

As A Walled Town Is More Worthier Than A Village, So Is The Forehead Of A Married Man More Honorable Than The Bare Brow Of A Bachelor.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.