You Will Never Age For Me, Nor

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

Villains, Vipers, Damn'd Without Redemption; Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man; Snakes In My Heart-blood Warm'd, That Sing My Heart; Three Judases, Each One Thrice Worse Than Judas.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.