I See That The Fashion Wears Out

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A Feast.

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.