All Pride Is Willing Pride.

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.