A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

I Am Afeard There Are Few Die Well That Die In Battle, For How Can They Charitably Dispose Of Anything When Blood Is Their Argument?

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.