Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?