In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.