What Made Me Love Thee? Let That

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety.

Dissembling Courtesy! How Fine This Tyrant Can Trickle When She Wounds!