Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises,

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Good Friend For Jesus Sake Forbeare, To Digg The Dust Encloased Heare! Blest Be The Man That Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He That Moves My Bones.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.