I Wonder That You Will Still Be

This Is The Short And The Long Of It.

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

Romeo There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To Men's Souls, Doing More Murders In This Loathsome World, Than These Poor Compounds That Thou Mayst Not Sell. I Sell Thee Poison; Thou Hast Sold Me None. Farewell: Buy Food, And Get Thyself In Flesh. Come, Cordial And Not Poison, Go With Me To Juliet's Grave; For There Must I Use Thee.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.