Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.