Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.