Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack!

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.

He Reads Much; He Is A Great Observer And He Looks Quite Through The Deeds Of Men: He Loves No Plays, As Thou Dost, Antony; He Hears No Music; Seldom He Smiles, And Smiles In Such A Sort As If He Mock'd Himself And Scorn'd His Spirit That Could Be Moved To Smile At Any Thing. Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.