Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

A Plague On Both Your Houses.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

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.