Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem

The Expedition Of My Violent Love Outrun The Pauser, Reason.

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.