I Do Love Nothing In The World

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood Will Give Us Anything.