Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All Denmark But He's An Arrant Knave.