Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.

Nay, We Must Think Men Are Not Gods, Nor Of Them Look For Such Observancy As Fits The Bridal.

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You, Be Rough With Love.

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!