Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest

I Do Desire We May Be Better Strangers.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

Why What A Fool Was I To This Drunken Monster For A God. - Caliban

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments. Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove: O No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken; It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken. Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come: Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Proved, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Loved.

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.