Advance Our Standards, Set Upon Our Foes;

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

O, Teach Me How You Look, And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart."-helena