Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

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

Drink Down All Unkindness.

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.