Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

Love That We Cannot Have Is The One That Lasts The Longest,hurts The Deepest,but Feels The Strongest

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

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