Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her

Love Is Merely A Madness.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Has Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold Had You Been As Wise As Bold, Your In Limbs, In Judgment Old, Your Answer Had Not Been In'scroll'd Fare You Well: Your Suit Is Cold.' Cold, Indeed, And Labour Lost: Then, Farewell, Heat And Welcome, Frost!

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!