Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name; Or, If Thou Wilt Not, Be But Sworn My Love... 'tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy; What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.