For Mine Own Part, It Was Greek

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

Those That Much Covet Are With Gain So Fond, For What They Have Not, That Which They Possess They Scatter And Unloose It From Their Bond, And So, By Hoping More, They Have But Less; Or, Gaining More, The Profit Of Excess Is But To Surfeit, And Such Griefs Sustain, That They Prove Bankrupt In This Poor-rich Gain.

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?