Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To

Fear No More The Heat O' Th' Sun Nor The Furious Winters' Rages; Thou Thy Worldly Task Hast Done, Home Art Gone, And Ta'en Thy Wages. Golden Lads And Girls All Must, As Chimney-sweepers, Come To Dust.

Glendower: I Can Call The Spirits From The Vasty Deep. Hotspur: Why, So Can I, Or So Can Any Man; But Will They Come, When You Do Call For Them?

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions.

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.