For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

You'd Be So Lean, That Blast Of January Would Blow You Through And Through. Now, My Fair'st Friend, I Would I Had Some Flowers O' The Spring That Might Become Your Time Of Day.