Die For Adultery! No: The Wren Goes

I Will Live In Thy Heart, Die In Thy Lap, And Be Buried In Thy Eyes—and Moreover, I Will Go With Thee To Thy Uncle’s.

Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

I Think The Devil Will Not Have Me Damned, Lest The Oil That's In Me Should Set Hell On Fire.