He Lives In Fame That Died In

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.