A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

Rosencrantz My Lord, You Must Tell Us Where The Body Is, And Go With Us To The King. Hamlet The Body Is With The King, But The King Is Not With The Body. The King Is A Thing - Guildenstern A Thing My Lord? Hamlet Of Nothing. Bring Me To Him. Hide Fox, And All After!

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.