Beware the ides of March.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
Who is it can read a woman?
The eye sees all, but the mind shows us what we want to see.
'Twas merry when You wagered on your angling, when your diver Did hang a salt fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.