Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

Twas Never Merry World Since Lowly Feigning Was Called Compliment.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.