Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.