A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For

It Is Not Politic In The Commonwealth Of Nature To Preserve Virginity. Loss Of Virginity Is Rational Increase, And There Was Never Virgin Got Till Virginity Was First Lost. That You Were Made Of Is Metal To Make Virgins. Virginity, By Being Once Lost, May Be Ten Times Found: By Being Ever Kept, It Is Ever Lost. ’tis Too Cold A Companion: Away With ’t!

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.