Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh - But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.

Think You A Little Din Can Daunt Mine Ears? Have I Not In My Time Heard Lions Roar? Have I Not Heard The Sea, Puffed Up With Winds, Rage Like An Angry Boar Chafed With Sweat? Have I Not Heard Great Ordinance In The Field, And Heaven's Artillery Thunder In The Skies? Have I Not In A Pitched Battle Heard Loud 'larums, Neighing Steeds, And Trumpets' Clang? And Do You Tell Me Of A Woman's Tongue, That Gives Not Half So Great A Blow To Hear As Will A Chestnut In A Farmer's Fire? Tush! Tush! Fear Boys With Bugs. Grumio: For He Fears None.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!