Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else

Do You See Yonder Cloud That’s Almost In Shape Of A Camel? Polonius: By The Mass, And ‘tis Like A Camel, Indeed. Hamlet: Methinks It Is Like A Weasel. Polonius: It Is Backed Like A Weasel. Hamlet: Or Like A Whale? Polonius: Very Like A Whale.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are Made Of.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.