I Will Chide No Breather In The

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

Your Praises Will Become Your Wages.

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

Come, Let's Have One Other Gaudy Night. Call To Me All My Sad Captains. Fill Our Bowls Once More. Let's Mock The Midnight Bell.