I See A Woman May Be Made

Many Dream Not To Find, Neither Deserve, And Yet Are Steeped In Favors.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

Forever, And Forever, Farewell, Cassius! If We Do Meet Again, Why, We Shall Smile; If Not, Why Then This Parting Was Well Made.