The Truest Poetry Is The Most Feigning.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air