When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick