A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So Are They All, All Honourable Men.

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.