Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks

For Brutus, As You Know, Was Caesar's Angel: Judge, O You Gods, How Dearly Caesar Loved Him! This Was The Most Unkindest Cut Of All

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?