Our Holy Lives Must Win A New

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

Come Unto These Yellow Sands, And Then Take Hands. Curtsied When You Have And Kissed The Wild Waves Whist, Foot Is Featly Here And There; And, Sweet Sprites, The Burden Bear. Ariel's Song, Scene Ii, Act I

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?