Waste Not Thy Time In

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

Robust Grass Endures Mighty Winds; Loyal Ministers Emerge Through Ordeal.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!