O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

Romeo To Balthasar But If Thou, Jealous, Dost Return To Pry In What I Further Shall Intend To Do, By Heaven, I Will Tear Thee Joint By Joint And Strew This Hungry Churchyard With Thy Limbs: The Time And My Intents Are Savage-wild, More Fierce And More Inexorable Far Than Empty Tigers Or The Roaring Sea.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

All Hoods Make Not Monks.