To Be Now A Sensible Man, By

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name; Or, If Thou Wilt Not, Be But Sworn My Love... 'tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy; What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.