... And Death Unloads Thee.

To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth Strength, Gives In Your Weakness Strength Unto Your Foe.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

All The World's A Stage.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.