O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

Bassanio: Do All Men Kill All The Things They Do Not Love? Shylock: Hates Any Man The Thing He Would Not Kill? Bassanio: Every Offence Is Not A Hate At First.