What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of

Why, I' Faith, Methinks She's Too Low For A High Praise, Too Brown For A Fair Praise And Too Little For A Great Praise: Only This Commendation I Can Afford Her, That Were She Other Than She Is, She Were Unhandsome; And Being No Other But As She Is, I Do Not Like Her. (benedick, From Much Ado About Nothing)

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.