What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak

Get Thee A Good Husband, And Use Him As He Uses Thee.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.