Woe To That Land That's Governed By

Robust Grass Endures Mighty Winds; Loyal Ministers Emerge Through Ordeal.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.