Love Is Like A Child, That Longs

The Rest, Is Silence.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

O God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains!" - Cassio (act Ii, Scene Iii)

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.