Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

All The World's A Stage ... And You Better Have A Zoning Variance Or It's Coming Down.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.