The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy, Which Is As Thin Of Substance As The Air, And More Inconstant Than The Wind, Who Woos Even Now The Frozen Bosom Of The North, And, Being Anger'd, Puffs Away From Thence, Turning His Side To The Dew-dropping South.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Let Husbands Know Their Wives Have Sense Like Them. They See, And Smell, And Have Their Palates Both For Sweet And Sour, As Husbands Have.

Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.