I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.

If Thou Dost Love, Proclaim It Faithfully.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.