We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.