I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More. Sure He That Made Us With Such Large Discourse, Looking Before And After, Gave Us Not That Capability And God-like Reason To Fust In Us Unused.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies