And Nothing Is, But What Is Not.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.