The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.

Hear The Meaning Within The Word.

Into What Dangers Would You Lead Me, Cassius, That You Would Have Me Seek Into Myself For That Which Is Not In Me?

'by Heaven, That Thou Art Fair, Is Most Infallible True, That Thou Art Beauteous Truth Itself, That Thou Art Lovely. More Fairer Than Fair, Beautiful Than Beauteous, Truer Than Truth Itself, Have Commiseration On Thy Heroical Vassal.

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.