Can I Go Forward When My Heart

No, No, I Am But Shadow Of Myself: You Are Deceived, My Substance Is Not Here.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

O, Swear Not By The Moon, The Fickle Moon, The Inconstant Moon, That Monthly Changes In Her Circle Orb, Lest That Thy Love Prove Likewise Variable

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

And Nothing Can We Call Our Own But Death And That Small Model Of The Barren Earth Which Serves As Paste And Cover To Our Bones. For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.