Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

Not A Whit, We Defy Augury: There's A Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow. If It Be Now, 'tis Not To Come; If It Be Not To Come, It Will Be Now; If It Be Not Now, Yet It Will Come: The Readiness Is All.

That Is The Way To Lay The City Flat, To Bring The Roof To The Foundation, And Bury All, Which Yet Distinctly Ranges, In Heaps And Piles Of Ruin.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.