Drink Down All Unkindness.

In Jest, There Is Truth.

Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds And Death.

Therefore Another Prologue Must Tell He Is Not A Lion

Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married O'sunday

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?