Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.