I Understand A Fury In Your Words

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.

Love's Heralds Should Be Thoughts, Which Ten Times Faster Glide Than The Sun's Beams Driving Back Shadows Over Low'ring Hills. Therefore Do Nimble-pinioned Doves Draw Love, And Therefore Hath The Wind-swift Cupid Wings.

One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole World Kin.

There Is A Time In The Affairs Of Men, Which, Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune.