Men At Some Time Are Masters Of

A Very Scurvy Fellow.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous Main, Seems To Cast Water On The Burning Bear, And Quench The Guards Of The Ever-fixed Pole.