Say As You Think And Speak It

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

From You Have I Been Absent In The Spring, When Proud Pied April, Dressed In All His Trim, Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Every Thing.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Though Age From Folly Could Not Give Me Freedom, It Does From Childishness.