To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed, When Not To Be, Receives Reproach Of Being, And The Just Pleasure Lost, Which Is So Deemed, Not By Our Feeling, But By Others' Seeing.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

Into What Dangers Would You Lead Me, Cassius, That You Would Have Me Seek Into Myself For That Which Is Not In Me?