If Music Be The Food Of Love,

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.