But Like Of Each Thing That In

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar Hath Wept: Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff: Yet Brutus Says He Was Ambitious; And Brutus Is An Honourable Man.

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.