When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love, Whose Violent Property Ordoes Itself And Leads The Will To Desperate Undertakings.

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.