[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.