So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounced It To You-trippingly On The Tongue; But If You Mouth It, As Many Of Your Players Do, I Had As Lief The Town-crier Spoke My Lines. Nor Do Not Saw The Air Too Much With Your Hand, Thus, But Use All Gently; For In The Very Torrent, Tempest, And As I May Say, The Whirlwind Of Your Passion, You Must Acquire And Beget A Temperance That May Give It Smoothness.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.