Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

The Coward Dies A Thousand Deaths, The Valiant, Only Once!

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.