Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

Brutus, I Do Observe You Now Of Late: I Have Not From Your Eyes That Gentleness And Show Of Love As I Was Wont To Have: You Bear Too Stubborn And Too Strange A Hand Over Your Friend That Loves You. Poor Brutus, With Himself At War, Forgets The Shows Of Love To Other Men.

So, You Are Very Welcome To Our House. It Must Appear In Other Ways Than Words, Therefore, I Scant This Breathing Courtesy.