The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

Romeo To Balthasar But If Thou, Jealous, Dost Return To Pry In What I Further Shall Intend To Do, By Heaven, I Will Tear Thee Joint By Joint And Strew This Hungry Churchyard With Thy Limbs: The Time And My Intents Are Savage-wild, More Fierce And More Inexorable Far Than Empty Tigers Or The Roaring Sea.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.