The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But

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.

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.