Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.

For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So Are They All, All Honourable Men.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.