For Brutus Is An Honourable

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear

What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?