When I Waked, I Cried To Dream

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question: Whether 'tis Nobler In The Mind To Suffer The Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune, Or To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles, And By Opposing End Them: To Die, To Sleep No More; And By A Sleep, To Say We End The Heart-ache, And The Thousand Natural Shocks That Flesh Is Heir To? 'tis A Consummation Devoutly To Be Wished. To Die To Sleep, To Sleep, Perchance To Dream; Aye, There's The Rub.

You Lack The Season Of All Natures, Sleep.