Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

If You Shall Marry, You Give Away This Hand, And This Is Mine; You Give Away Heaven's Vows, And Those Are Mine; You Give Away Myself, Which Is Known Mine; For I By Vow Am So Embodied Yours That She Which Marries You Must Marry Me-- Either Both Or None.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.