In A False Quarrel There Is No

Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious Daughter.

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.