Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.

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.

Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.