Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

Nothing Is So Common As The Wish To Be Remarkable.(attributed To)

Methought I Heard A Voice Cry 'sleep No More! Macbeth Does Murder Sleep', The Innocent Sleep, Sleep That Knits Up The Ravell'd Sleeve Of Care, The Death Of Each Day's Life, Sore Labour's Bath, Balm Of Hurt Minds, Great Nature's Second Course, Chief Nourisher In Life's Feast...

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.

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.