How Much Better Is It To Weep

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

As I Love The Name Of Honour More Than I Fear Death.

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.