Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

Poor Desdemona! I Am Glad Thy Father's Dead. Thy Match Was Mortal To Him, And Pure Grief Shore His Old Thread In Twain.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.