Jesters Do Oft Prove Prophets.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.