Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment.

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Time, Whose Millioned Accidents Creep In Betwixt Vows, And Change Decrees Of Kings, Tan Sacred Beauty, Blunt The Sharpest Intents, Divert Strong Minds To The Course Of Altering Things.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.