Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.