'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

Tell Me, Daughter Juliet, How Stands Your Dispositions To Be Married" It Is An Honor That I Dream Not Of

A Very Honest Woman But Something Given To Lie

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.