What Ugly Sights Of Death

Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With Raining.

Not A Whit, We Defy Augury: There's A Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow. If It Be Now, 'tis Not To Come; If It Be Not To Come, It Will Be Now; If It Be Not Now, Yet It Will Come: The Readiness Is All.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

The Moon's An Arrant Thief, And Her Pale Fire She Snatches From The Sun.

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.