Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

Ere Yet The Salt Of Most Unrighteous Tears Had Left The Flushing Of Her Gallèd Eyes, She Married. O, Most Wicked Speed, To Post With Such Dexterity To Incestuous Sheets!

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.