You Are Not Wood, You Are Not

I'll Teach You Differences.

Give Me My Sin Again.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief? O Sweet My Mother, Cast Me Not Away! Delay This Marriage For A Month, A Week, Or If You Do Not, Make The Bridal Bed In That Dim Monument Where Tybalt Lies.

Thoughts Are But Dreams Till Their Effects Are Tried.

Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.