God Has Given You One Face, And

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

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.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

The Thorny Point Of Bare Distress Hath Ta'en From Me The Show Of Smooth Civility; Yet Am I Inland Bred And Know Some Nurture.