An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony; Where Words Are Scarce, They're Seldom Spent In Vain; For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men