The Presence Of A King Engenders Love

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

There Are A Sort Of Men, Whose Visages Do Cream And Mantle, Like A Standing Pond; And Do A Willful Stillness Entertain, With Purpose To Be Dressed In An Opinion Of Wisdom, Gravity Profound Conceit; As Who Should Say, I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark!

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.