Mirth Cannot Move A Soul

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

To Be Furious, Is To Be Frighted Out Of Fear.