Get Thee To A Nunnery.

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

A Girl Takes Too Much Time To Love And A Few Seconds To Hate. But A Boy Takes A Few Seconds To Love And Too Much Time To Hate.

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?