When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

Fair Ladies, Masked, Are Roses In Their Bud; Dismasked, The Damask Sweet Commixture Shown, Are Angels Vailing Clouds, Or Roses Blown.