While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

Titus Andronicus, My Lord The Emperor Sends Thee This Word, That, If Thou Love Thy Sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, Or Thyself, Old Titus, Or Any One Of You, Chop Off Your Hand And Send It To The King: He For The Same Will Send Thee Hither Both Thy Sons Alive, And That Shall Be The Ransom For Their Fault.