Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.