Be Wary Then; Best Safety

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

Beware The Leader Who Bangs The Drums Of War In Order To Whip The Citizenry Into A Patriotic Fervor.