Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.