Hell Is Empty And All The Devils

The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From Whence They Have Their Nourishment.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

Simply The Thing That I Am Shall Make Me Live.