She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes

The Hind That Would Be Mated By The Lion Must Die For Love.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma Or A Hideous Dream.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.