Hang Those That Talk Of Fear.

If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her, She Would Infect To The North Star!

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

I Have A Soul Of Lead So Stakes Me To The Ground I Cannot Move.

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.

Love Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom.