The Spirit Of A Youth That Means

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods Will Diet Me With.