Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified,

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

No, Cassius; For The Eye Sees Not Itself, But By Reflection, By Some Other Things.

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?

Can It Be That Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness? Having Waste Ground Enough, Shall We Desire To Raze The Sanctuary And Pitch Our Evils There?