Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

This Was The Noblest Roman Of Them All. All The Conspirators, Save Only He,did That They Did In Envy Of Caesar;he Only, In A General Honest Thoughtand Common Good To All, Made One Of Them. His Life Was Gentle, And The Elementsso Mixd In Him That Nature Might Stand Upand Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.