Ill Met By Moonlight, Proud Titania

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell. Though All Things Foul Would Wear The Brows Of Grace, Yet Grace Must Still Look So.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.