Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.

The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream.

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.