Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

Beauty Itself Doth Of Itself Persuade The Eyes Of Men Without An Orator.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.