Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From

The Means That Heaven Yields Must Be Embraced, And Not Neglected; Else, If Heaven Would, And We Will Not Heaven's Offer, We Refuse The Proffered Means Of Succor And Redress.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink Off This Potion!

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.