The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

I Always Thought It Was Both Impious And Unnatural That Such Immanity And Bloody Strife Should Reign Among Professors Of One Faith.