A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

O Serpent Heart Hid With A Flowering Face! Did Ever A Dragon Keep So Fair A Cave? Beautiful Tyrant, Feind Angelical, Dove Feather Raven, Wolvish-ravening Lamb! Despised Substance Of Devinest Show, Just Opposite To What Thou Justly Seemest - A Dammed Saint, An Honourable Villain!

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.