Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

The Iron Tongue Of Midnight Hath Told Twelve Lovers, To Bed; 'tis Almost Fairy Time. I Fear We Shall Outstep The Coming Morn As Much As We This Night Over-watch'd.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.