For My Own Part, I Shall Be

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

Miracles Are Ceased; And Therefore We Must Needs Admit The Means, How Things Are Perfected.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Thou Whoreson, Senseless Villain!

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare