If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her, she would infect to the north star!

O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

Fie, fie, how frantically I square my talk!

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

I will not be sworn but love may transform me to an oyster