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

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

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

They May Seize On The White Wonder Of Dear Juliet's Hand And Steal Immortal Blessing From Her Lips, Who, Even In Pure And Vestal Modesty, Still Blush, As Thinking Their Own Kisses Sin.