Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By, And Then His State Empties Itself, As Dot An Inland Brook Into The Main Of Waters.

Be Just, And Fear Not.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?