We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

As Merry As The Day Is Long.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.

Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.