The King's Name Is A Tower Of

Tis Time To Fear When Tyrants Seem To Kiss.

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

He's Of The Colour Of The Nutmeg. And Of The Heat Of The Ginger.... He Is Pure Air And Fire; And The Dull Elements Of Earth And Water Never Appear In Him, But Only In Patient Stillness While His Rider Mounts Him; He Is Indeed A Horse, And All Other Jades You May Call Beasts.

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.