Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

They Are Fairies; He That Speaks To Them Shall Die. I'll Wink And Couch; No Man Their Works Must Eye.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!