Stones Have Been Known To Move And

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.