How Much An Ill Word May Empoison

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

For Thy Sweet Love Remember'd Such Wealth Brings That Then I Scorn To Change My State With Kings.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

In The Modesty Of Fearful Duty, I Read As Much As From The Rattling Tongue Of Saucy And Audacious Eloquence.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth