Ready To Go But Never To Return.

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.