And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till The Tree Die!

To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

My Language! Heavens!i Am The Best Of Them That Speak This Speech. Were I But Where 'tis Spoken.

I Hate Ingratitude More In A Man Than Lying, Vainness, Babbling, Drunkenness, Or Any Taint Of Vice Whose Strong Corruption Inhabits Our Frail Blood".

Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds And Death.