Wish Chastely, And Love Dearly.

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!

The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And Ceremony.

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

I Pray Thee Cease Thy Counsel, Which Falls Into Mine Ears As Profitless As Water In A Sieve.