Woe To That Land That's Governed By

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.