The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.