Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack! At Least We'll Die With Harness On Our Back.

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.