Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!

Tell Me, Daughter Juliet, How Stands Your Dispositions To Be Married" It Is An Honor That I Dream Not Of

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

No, By My Soul, I Never In My Life Did Hear A Challenge Urged More Modestly, Unless A Brother Should A Brother Dare To Gentle Exercise And Proof Of Arms.