The Law Hath Not Been Dead, Though

Benvolio- "by My Head, Here Come The Capulets." Mercutio- "by My Heel, I Care Not.

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73