Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.