They That Have Voice Of Lions And

Virtue's Office Never Breaks Men's Troth.

Cry "havoc!" And Let Loose The Dogs Of War, That This Foul Deed Shall Smell Above The Earth With Carrion Men, Groaning For Burial.

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.

Season Your Admiration For A While.