For Trust Not Him That Hath Once

My Desolation Does Begin To Make A Better Life.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.