There Are Many Events In The Womb

So Curses All Eve's Daughters Of What Complexion Soever.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.