Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?