Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears

Now 'tis Spring, And Weeds Are Shallow-rooted; Suffer Them Now And They'll O'ergrow The Garden.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.