Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.

There's No Better Sign Of A Brave Mind Than A Hard Hand.

Romeo: Courage, Man; The Hurt Cannot Be Much. Mercutio: No, 'tis Not So Deep As A Well, Nor So Wide As A Church-door; But 'tis Enough, 'twill Serve. Ask For Me Tomorrow, And You Shall Find Me A Grave Man.

O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!