Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

But Clay And Clay Differs In Dignity, Whose Dust Is Both Alike.

Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks