Men Judge By The Complexion Of The

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.