The Stroke Of Death Is As A

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!

O, Beware, My Lord, Of Jealousy; It Is The Green-ey'd Monster, Which Doth Mock The Meat It Feeds On.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

Venus Smiles Not In A House Of Tears.

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.