The Spirit Of A Youth That Means

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror: For Now He Lives In Fame, Though Not In Life.

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.