This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To

It Is A Good Divine That Follows His Own Instructions.

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

I Have Almost Forgotten The Taste Of Fears: The Time Has Been, My Senses Would Have Cool’d To Hear A Night-shriek; And My Fell Of Hair Would At A Dismal Treatise Rouse And Stir As Life Were In’t: I Have Supt Full With Horrors; Direness, Familiar To My Slaughterous Thoughts, Cannot Once Start Me.