Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

Let The Doors Be Shut Upon Him, That He May Play The Fool No Where But In's Own House.

I Have A Soul Of Lead So Stakes Me To The Ground I Cannot Move.

If You Can Look Into The Seeds Of Time, And Say Which Grain Will Grow And Which Will Not, Speak Then Unto Me.

Titus Andronicus, My Lord The Emperor Sends Thee This Word, That, If Thou Love Thy Sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, Or Thyself, Old Titus, Or Any One Of You, Chop Off Your Hand And Send It To The King: He For The Same Will Send Thee Hither Both Thy Sons Alive, And That Shall Be The Ransom For Their Fault.