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Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.