Presume Not That I Am

You Are Strangely Troublesome.

Cursed Be The Hand That Made These Fatal Holes.

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.