Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say! One: Two: Why, Then 'tis Time To Do't. Hell Is Murky!

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

Here's That Which Is Too Weak To Be A Sinner, Honest Water, Which Ne'er Left Man I' The Mire.

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.