Mind Your Speech A Little

Either Our History Shall With Full Mouth Speak Freely Of Our Acts, Or Else Our Grave, Like Turkish Mute, Shall Have A Tongueless Mouth, Not Worshipped With A Waxen Epitaph.

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.