Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.

I have supped full with horrors.

Blood will have blood.

One sees more devils than vast hell can hold

Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.