Under The Colour Of Commending Him I

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.

Is It Possible That Love Should Of A Sudden Take Such A Hold?

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange That Can Make Vile Things Precious.