Let Me Be Boiled To Death With

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head? How Begot, How Nourished? Reply, Reply. It Is Engend'red In The Eyes, With Gazing Fed, And Fancy Dies In The Cradle Where It Lies.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo