Women May Fall When There's No Strength

Poor Desdemona! I Am Glad Thy Father's Dead. Thy Match Was Mortal To Him, And Pure Grief Shore His Old Thread In Twain.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

The Insolence Of Office.

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.