I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun. Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief, That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. Be Not Her Maid, Since She Is Envious; Her Vestal Livery Is But Sick And Green And None But Fools Do Wear It; Cast It Off. It Is My Lady, O, It Is My Love! Oh, That She Knew She Were!