Care Keeps His Watch In Every Old

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

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