I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

O That A Lady, Of One Man Refused, Should Of Another Therefore Be Abused!

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

By A Divine Instinct, Men's Minds Mistrust Ensuing Danger; As, By Proof, We See The Waters Swell Before A Boisterous Storm.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates. The Fault, Dear Brutus, Is Not In Our Stars, But In Ourselves, That We Are Underlings.