To This Urn Let Those Repair That

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!

Not A Whit, We Defy Augury: There's A Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow. If It Be Now, 'tis Not To Come; If It Be Not To Come, It Will Be Now; If It Be Not Now, Yet It Will Come: The Readiness Is All.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.