I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

Is It Possible That Love Should Of A Sudden Take Such A Hold?

O, Reason Not The Need!