Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter! My Lord, If You Will Give Me Leave, I Will Tread This Unbolted Villain Into Mortar, And Daub The Wall Of A Jakes With Him. *all Cheer For Shakespearean Insults*

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.