Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.