Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

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

The Wheel Is Come Full Circle.

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.