Every Good Servant Does Not All Commands.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.