What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine

Greatness Knows Itself.

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.

Self-love Is The Most Inhibited Sin In The Canon.