Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!

It Is The Purpose That Makes Strong The Vow; But Vows To Every Purpose Must Not Hold.

A Young Man Married Is A Man That's Marred.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!