Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name; Or, If Thou Wilt Not, Be But Sworn My Love... 'tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy; What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though It Hath Slept.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.