I'll Be Damned For Never

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

Rich Honesty Dwells Like A Miser, Sir, In A Poor House; As Your Pearl In Your Foul Oyster.