Art Made Tongue-tied By Authority.

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

Benvolio: What Sadness Lengthens Romeo's Hours? Romeo: Not Having That, Which, Having, Makes Them Short.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.