A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

Are You Up To Your Destiny?