By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something

For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek To Me.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

A Pox O’ Your Throat, You Bawling, Blasphemous, Incharitable Dog!