Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing Swine.