Would I Were Dead, If God's Good

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Get Thee A Good Husband, And Use Him As He Uses Thee.

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.