All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.

If There Be No Great Love In The Beginning, Yet Heaven May Decrease It Upon Better Acquaintance, When We Are Married And Have More Occasion To Know One Another: I Hope, Upon Familiarity Will Grow More Contempt.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing