We few. We happy few.
We band of brothers, for he today
That sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother.

“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it prick…”

“Tis within ourselves that we are thus or thus”

“Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. then your love would also…”

“the fire seven times tried this;seven times tried that judgement isthat did nev…”