Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -

Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.