Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.