If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed

Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

Even As One Heat Another Heat Expels, Or As One Nail By Strength Drives Out Another, So The Remembrance Of My Former Love Is By A Newer Object Quite Forgotten.

It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury; Signifying Nothing.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of