And Either Victory, Or Else

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear