Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits

I Can See He's Not In Your Good Books,' Said The Messenger. 'no, And If He Were I Would Burn My Library.

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.