The Time Is Out Of Joint.

To This Urn Let Those Repair That Are Either True Or Fair; For These Dead Birds Sigh A Prayer.

Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet The Worst Of Nightmares.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?