Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

If I Were A Woman I Would Kiss As Many Of You As Had Beards That Pleased Me, Complexions That Liked Me And Breaths That I Defied Not

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To The Sticking-place, And We'll Not Fail.