Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

Coward Dogs Most Spend Their Mouths When What They Seem To Threaten Runs Far Before Them.

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)

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

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.