Thus With A Kiss I Die

Crowns Have Their Compass-length Of Days Their Date- Triumphs Their Tomb-felicity, Her Fate- Of Nought But Earth Can Earth Make Us Partaker, But Knowledge Makes A King Most Like His Maker.

O God, I Could Be Bound In A Nutshell, And Count Myself A King Of Infinite Space – Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear