Ten Kisses Short As One, One Long

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes A New One.