The Fear's As Bad As

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.