But Pearls Are Fair; And The Old

Live How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

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

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.