Tis The Mind That Makes The Body

Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In Other Men?

To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour.

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

And Keep You In The Rear Of Your Affection, Out Of The Shot And Danger Of Desire, The Chariest Maid Is Prodigal Enough If She Unmasks Her Beauty To The Moon.