And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

The Love Of Wicked Men Converts To Fear; That Fear To Hate, And Hate Turns One Or Both To Worthy Danger And Deserved Death.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

Thou Art A Castilian King Urinal!

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality