They That Stand High Have Many Blasts

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

He's Truly Valiant That Can Wisely Suffer The Worst That Man Can Breathe, And Make His Wrongs His Outsides, To Wear Them Like His Raiment, Carelessly, And Ne'er Prefer His Injuries To His Heart, To Bring It Into Danger.

Were Beauty Under Twenty Locks Kept Fast, Yet Love Breaks Through And Picks Them All At Last.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban