The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips