Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks,

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!

Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord? Hamlet: Excellent Well. You Are A Fishmonger.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.