If It Be Aught Toward The General

Fight To The Last Gasp.

Thou Art Most Rich, Being Poor; Most Choice, Forsaken; And Most Lov'd, Despis'd! Thee And Thy Virtues Here I Seize Upon.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

Your Face, My Thane, Is As A Book Where Men May Read Strange Matters. To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time; Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue: Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under't.