I Thank God I Am

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

That Strain Again! It Had A Dying Fall: O, It Came O'er My Ear Like The Sweet Sound That Breathes Upon A Bank Of Violets, Stealing And Giving Odour! Enough; No More: 'tis Not So Sweet As It Was Before.