A Plague On Both Your Houses.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.