As Good Luck Would Have It.

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypres Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath; I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena