They Do Not Love That Do Not

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

I Do Not Know What Kind Of My Obedience I Should Tender. More Than My All Is Nothing; Nor My Prayers Are Not Words Holy Hallowed, Nor My Wishes More Worth Than Empty Vanities; Yet Prayers And Wishes Are All I Can Return.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.