Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

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