For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting

The Patient Must Minister To Himself

Ross You Must Have Patience, Madam. Lady Macduff He Had None: His Flight Was Madness: When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Do Make Us Traitors.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.