She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.