All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come