Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.