Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Hath Romeo Slain Himself? Say Thou But Ay, And That Bare Vowel Ay Shall Poison More Than The Death-darting Eye Of Cockatrice. I Am Not I,if There Be Such An Ay, Or Those Eyes Shut,that Make Thee Answer Ay: If He Be Slain Say Ay,or If Not,no: Brief Sounds,determine Of My Weal Or Woe.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.