We That Are True Lovers Run Into

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

Many Dream Not To Find, Neither Deserve, And Yet Are Steeped In Favors.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

There Is No Terror, Cassius, In Your Threats, For I Am Armed So Strong In Honesty That They Pass By Me As The Idle Wind

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?