An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly

He That Is Giddy Thinks The World Turns Round.

Take All The Swift Advantage Of The Hours.

Rashly, And Praised Be Rashness For It--let Us Know, Our Indiscretion Sometime Serves Us Well When Our Deep Plots Do Pall, And That Should Learn Us There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will

O! She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright It Seems She Hangs Upon The Cheek Of Night Like A Rich Jewel In An Ethiop's Ear; Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear. - Romeo -

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.