When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

Here Comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With His Mouth Full Of News. Celia: Which He Will Put On Us, As Pigeons Feed Their Young. Rosalind: Then Shall We Be News-crammed. Celia: All The Better; We Shall Be The More Marketable.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.