Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

But Thou, Contracted To Thine Own Bright Eyes, Feed'st Thy Light's Flame With Self-substantial Fuel, Making A Famine Where Abundance Lies, Thyself Thy Foe, To Thy Sweet Self Too Cruel.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.