I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of

The Proverb Is Something Musty.

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.