Speak Me Fair In Death.

The Devil Shall Have His Bargain; For He Was Never Yet A Breaker Of Proverbs--he Will Give The Devil His Due.

Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. . . .

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.