Hang Him, Swaggering Rascal!

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.