There Is Throats To Be Cut, And

Dispute Not With Her: She Is Lunatic.

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.