The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.