What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.
[Lat., Nihil aliud est ebrietas quam voluntaria insania.]

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.
[Lat., Nihil aliud est ebrietas quam voluntaria insania.]

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

I'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.

I'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.

I am not now in fortune's power,
He that is down can fall no lower.

I am not now in fortune's power,
He that is down can fall no lower.

Thou hast death in thy house, and dost bewaile anothers.

Thou hast death in thy house, and dost bewaile anothers.

Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.

Not seldom clad in radiant vest
Deceitfully goes forth the dawn,
Not seldom evening in the west
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Not seldom clad in radiant vest
Deceitfully goes forth the dawn,
Not seldom evening in the west
Sinks smilingly forsworn.

The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs
down and prostates the mind also.

The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs
down and prostates the mind also.