He Hath A Heart As

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.

Treason And Murder Ever Kept Together, As Two Yoke-devils Sworn To Either's Purpose, Working So Grossly In A Natural Cause That Admiration Did Not Whoop At Them; But Thou, 'gainst All Proportion, Didst Bring In Wonder To Wait On Treason And On Murder; And Whatsoever Cunning Fiend It Was That Wrought Upon Thee So Preposterously Hath Got The Voice In Hell For Excellence.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose.