And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.