It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye,

Make The Upcoming Hour Overflow With Joy, And Let Pleasure Drown The Brim.

You Are A Tedious Fool.

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.