Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He

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

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.