They That Stand High Have Many Blasts

Wish Chastely, And Love Dearly.

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

Romeo: Courage, Man; The Hurt Cannot Be Much. Mercutio: No, 'tis Not So Deep As A Well, Nor So Wide As A Church-door; But 'tis Enough, 'twill Serve. Ask For Me Tomorrow, And You Shall Find Me A Grave Man.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.