I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See

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.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner