Not All The Water In The Rough

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.

O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like Daggers Enter My Ears.(a Fancy Way Of Saying Shut Up!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.