This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

What, Shall One Of Us, That Struck For The Foremost Man Of All This World But For Supporting Robbers--shall We Now Contaminate Our Fingers With Base Bribes, And Sell The Mighty Space Of Our Large Honors For So Much Trash As May Be Grasped Thus?