Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

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

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.