...an Old Man Is Twice

Say, Thou Art Mine; And Ever, My Love, As It Begins, Shall So Persevere

Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

For Brutus, As You Know, Was Caesar's Angel: Judge, O You Gods, How Dearly Caesar Loved Him! This Was The Most Unkindest Cut Of All

One Good Deed Dying Tongueless Slaughters A Thousand Waiting Upon That. Our Praises Are Our Wages.

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.