I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.

Religious Canons, Civil Laws, Are Cruel; Then What Should War Be?

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.