Scratching could not make it worse, an't were such a face as yours were.
it is not enough to speak, but to speak truee
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
woah is me to have seen what i seen see what i see
O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh
They have been grand-jurymen since before Noah was a sailor