I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

Man And Wife, Being Two, Are One In Love.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand? Come, Let Me Clutch Thee. I Have Thee Not, And Yet I See Thee Still. Art Thou Not, Fatal Vision, Sensible To Feeling As To Sight? Or Art Thou But A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.