With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!