Be Great In Act, As You Have

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

Plutus Himself, That Knows The Tinct And Multiplying Med'cine, Hath Not In Nature's Mystery More Science Than I Have In This Ring.

Is She Not Passing Fair?

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

O, How Shall Summer's Honey Breath Hold Out Against The Wreckful Siege Of Battering Days, When Rocks Impregnable Are Not So Stout, Nor Gates Of Steel So Strong, But Time Decays?