The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

Tell Me, Daughter Juliet, How Stands Your Dispositions To Be Married" It Is An Honor That I Dream Not Of

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.