True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

Hang Him, Swaggering Rascal!