Every Why Has A Wherefore.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus, Or Thus.