Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You,

Be Merry; You Have Cause, So Have We All, Of Joy; For Our Escape Is Much Beyond Our Loss . . . . Then Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

Love Denied Blights The Soul We Owe To God.

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.