Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like Daggers Enter My Ears.(a Fancy Way Of Saying Shut Up!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother