The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

Romeo To Balthasar But If Thou, Jealous, Dost Return To Pry In What I Further Shall Intend To Do, By Heaven, I Will Tear Thee Joint By Joint And Strew This Hungry Churchyard With Thy Limbs: The Time And My Intents Are Savage-wild, More Fierce And More Inexorable Far Than Empty Tigers Or The Roaring Sea.