Where I Could Not Be Honest, I

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.